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Array ( [sid] => 33578 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My dad [time] => 2004-02-02 19:18:44 [hometext] => this is just about how i am disappointed with my dad [bodytext] => You lay alone, as if that's what you want.
We try my brother and I
But you cough and refrain from discussion.
Others arrive and you are alive like you are infused,
With a new rawer energy that I do not see,
That I cannot receive
That I am not worthy of knowing

I vow to tell you
I tell myself it will be said
To have you as a father before you are dead.
But we both know it will be ignored,
It will be avoided,
Just because its easier that way.

One day when you are gone, then I will cry.
I will cry for what could have been,
What should have been
But could never be,

We were too much of the same ever to be different.
Never wanted to hurt but hurt all the same

I always remember being younger and you being the same
A solitary man, selfish and unique in your worthlessness
Soulless and undignified.
As I write this I have to remember who you are
Have to respect what you are.
Yet I find myself knowing that although I should have respect
I am of an age to know that should have been earned.

A father should be a rock ,an icon
You should have been my strength, my goal,my role model
You should have set me goals.

Instead you were yourself and I have become me.
I have many times for more but I have missed out.

There is no longer any time
There is no inclination
I feel incomplete
But you are not prepared to finish your job .

[comments] => 2 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Porky [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
My dad

Contributed by Porky on Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 07:18:44 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



You lay alone, as if that's what you want.
We try my brother and I
But you cough and refrain from discussion.
Others arrive and you are alive like you are infused,
With a new rawer energy that I do not see,
That I cannot receive
That I am not worthy of knowing

I vow to tell you
I tell myself it will be said
To have you as a father before you are dead.
But we both know it will be ignored,
It will be avoided,
Just because its easier that way.

One day when you are gone, then I will cry.
I will cry for what could have been,
What should have been
But could never be,

We were too much of the same ever to be different.
Never wanted to hurt but hurt all the same

I always remember being younger and you being the same
A solitary man, selfish and unique in your worthlessness
Soulless and undignified.
As I write this I have to remember who you are
Have to respect what you are.
Yet I find myself knowing that although I should have respect
I am of an age to know that should have been earned.

A father should be a rock ,an icon
You should have been my strength, my goal,my role model
You should have set me goals.

Instead you were yourself and I have become me.
I have many times for more but I have missed out.

There is no longer any time
There is no inclination
I feel incomplete
But you are not prepared to finish your job .





Copyright © Porky ... [ 2004-02-02 19:18:44]
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Re: My dad (User Rating: 1 )
by hawaii06 on Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 07:42:45 PM AEST
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I agree with everything you said!!!
Jamie


Re: My dad (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 09:36:47 PM AEST
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Well done, Porky...I can feel the pain in this write..and my heart goes out to you.
Jenni




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